I'll always be the one to love 'til it hurts
And assume there's enough water to dive in head first
But I dove into your shallow heart and hit the bottom
As spring turned to summer and summer to autumn
Our love fell like the leaves from the trees, to be forgotten
All dried and crushed to smithereens
I guess I forgot to trust my instincts
I trusted a man instead
I guess I forgot I was a trophy
Who needs a polished heart, not dust on her head
But love and leaves all get crushed in the end
In the end
Love and leaves all get crushed in the end
But I'll bloom again
Now our love is a field of empty trees
Surrounded by the wind crying out,
"Please help me, please"
But in a winter so cold, even our love could freeze
It wasn't warm in your heart
So we fell to our knees
And I'd rather be stung by a swarm of bees
Than entertain the idea of you getting to me
I guess I forgot to trust my instincts
I trusted a man instead
I guess I forgot I was a trophy
Who needs a polished heart, not dust on her head
But love and leaves all get crushed in the end
In the end
Love and leaves all get crushed in the end
But I'm blooming again
I'll never take my own advice again
They said, "honey, think twice or you're dead"
They were right, I was wrong
You ended up as a song
Just like all of the others
You're my casualty love
I guess I forgot to trust my instincts
I trusted a man instead
I guess I forgot I was a trophy
Who needs a polished heart, not dust on her head
I guess I forgot to trust my instincts
I trusted a man instead
I guess I forgot I was a trophy
Who needs a polished heart, not dust on her head
But love and leaves all get crushed in the end
In the end
Love and leaves all get crushed in the end
But I'm blooming again
So love me and leave me
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023